For Bruce...

Dear Cancer,

It would be easy just to say I hate you. You have once again made yourself welcome where you are not welcome, and it would be easy just to say I hate you. But hatred is transitory, a feeling, a state of mind; it waxes and wanes and leaves blistering fury in its wake. I have no place for fury here. I am done with the wrath that is born from questions without answers, effects without a cause.

Tonight, instead of fueling the fire you breathe into my heart, I will breathe light into yours. I will gather all of the love and all of the goodness, all of the lyrics from all of the melodies of God’s creation, the sweet rhythm that is the ebb and flow of living, and I will sing you into your grave.

On behalf of all of the lives you have taken, all of the spirits you have broken, for all of the heartache, the grief, the confusion and fear, for leaving us in the dark, for leading us in circles, for each and every tear for each and every person that has cursed your name in the middle of the night, in the light of day, to God and into the empty void, I will not ask. I am telling. United, we are stronger. We are stronger, and hear me now:

You. Will. Not. Win.

Say Goodbye,

Leah